Will contain Smut!!!

Before y'all riot on what I decide to update, I have a lot of explaining to do. This update is a gift update. Miracles happened. I rose above the ranks in the honor roll. Basically, I excelled in school. Yeah, this is a gift update.

*****

After what happened in Kasserine, you decided to leave the SOE to work for the French Resistance. Rosseau was devoted for setting France free.

Kasserine pretty left a mark in you. Not only the whole scenario, but also the person in it. William Pierson.

He's a hot bastard, but a hot metal too.  Kasserine was the center of the storm brewing between the two of you. You wanted him, but you couldn't have him back.

War gave you a chance to get the bone of seeing him again. Also, it gave you the lesson to be tougher.

Now, here you are, leading the French Resistance. Orders of Rosseau was to settle in the town of Marigny. Request already followed.

Jean Dufort and the members were following the orders given to you. You drove faster. Your conscious self told you the German would kill you all.

You weren't familiar with the places in France. That is why Jean is here. A charming guy who looked like every girl's typical prince charming. Also, he acted like one.

"Mademoiselle, you haven't been here before, but you speak French?" he asked.

You nodded.

"Why did you quit your old job," he asked.

"Orders," you answered briefly.

Orders seemed like a lie to answer. Emotionally, you wanted to leave the past behind. Even what Pierson did to his own men.

You and your men arrived in the war torn town. Something told you that the town looked off. There was something not right.

A bullet hit to one of your men's head clarified you.  It gave you the signal to act swiftly.

"Embuscade!!!" You yelled, hiding to the closest cover.

One warning and a bullet was enough for your men to hide. Exchange of gunshots occurred between you and the Germans.

You climbed up the stairs as you were armed with the sniper rifle. As you shot one enemy to the other, an American voice was heard.

"Assist the French, men," someone ordered.

The Americans helped your men driving out the Germans. You knew the Americans built up a company. At any moment, the Nazis would appear.

The town was silent again and the sound of the Nazis retreating. All of it pleased your senses as you went down stairs.

The leader of the company came to meet you. You shook hands with him.

"Captain Murphy," he introduced.

"Y/n L/n," you said.

"I already asked for firepower from the other platoon, but you and your men came by. Thanks a lot," he said gratefully.

"Not a problem. Orders from the top," you smiled.

Jeeps appeared out of nowhere and parked in front of the house. You stayed where you were.

"Anyways, they're here." he said, walking towards them.

"Damn it, Murphy. It's clear," a voice complained.

The voice was so familiar that your stomach wanted to explode. Hope filled you. It was Pierson.

"Mademoiselle Y/n, can we settle in now," Jean asked impatiently.

You nodded, busy observing the whole thing at your front.

Pierson wasn't aware that you were standing there.

"Excuse me, Sergeant." he said, catching Pierson's attention.

He glanced at his fellow soldier. The look was kind of irritated.

He was always irritated.

"Since the whole place is clear, can we find a place to settle in," he asked.

"Sure, private. Why don't you book us a room at the hotel," Pierson said sarcastically.

He never changed his tone towards anyone. All in all, he didn't change anything after the encounter.

A proper answer could have been better.

"Don't be too hard on him, Pierson." You said, walking towards him. You glanced at the poor soldier. "Sure thing, private. Find anywhere comfortable."

Pierson scoffed. "The legendary Y/n is back,"

Now, you met again and expected a rematch. Not just a verbal debate, but a physical argument.

"C'mon, Pierson. Thank me for saving your asses from the Germans." You said, drifting off and rolling your eyes.

*****

Tonight should be a night of relaxation, not thinking. Sheesh, it was harder. You had to anticipate about being ambushed.

Today's encounter was not really expected. You encountered a verbal ambush against Pierson. Or rather he experienced it.

You didn't what got into you. However, you decided to knock on his room's door. He opened the door, drunk as usual.

"You again? You really do have the guts to come here," he said rudely.

Now, this would be a long night. Your mind was really ready for something. You opened the door with force and pushed him in.

He was too shock to do anything to push you back. He expected a verbal rematch, not something like this.

You snatched the canteen from his hand and threw it at the floor. Your body came near to him and lips landed on each other. Until, his back reached the wall.

"Damn you, Y/n. You spilled my drink. Now, you expected me to bow down. I think you should bow down first." he said, pushing you to the other side.

He roughly kissed and bit your neck. You hissed at the pain you experienced. This gave you the opportunity to get his weapon. The belt.

You started removing his belt while he was busy fiddling with your buttons. He didn't quite get the message until you threw the belt.

He tried to run away to get his tool. You leaped like a frog and he landed down on the floor. You laid him down on the floor. Your clothed womanhood settled on his clothed member. You got his head off the helmet he was wearing. Slowly, you were getting wet. You rolled your hips to get him distracted. Meanwhile, you were getting his pants removed.

He grunted. "Damn it, give me the fucking belt," he choked.

He was getting hard because of your movements. His pants and his boxers were already down. He grabbed your neck and flipped you over to trick you.

Your reflexes helped you by kicking the belt away from his reach. You pulled his hand together. You could feel the tiredness through his actions.

He fell to the floor and you straddled on him again. You revealed that your buttons were removed. You threw the top away, making Pierson stare at your bra.

Lust filled his eyes. You smirked at his reaction as you removed his top. His chest gave you a shocked expression. You kissed on his chest while making a lustful eye contact with him.

He couldn't handle the feeling anymore. He flipped you to the floor. Instead of going for the belt, he went for your pants to be down and boots off.

For efficiency, he tore your bra. He massaged one side and stroke his tongue off your nipple. The pleasure made you moan. Until, he kissed your stomach to your panties. Your thighs couldn't hide the excitement anymore.

He used his teeth to drag your panties down to your knees. Your wet womanhood welcomed him, making him more aroused.

His mouth sucked his target. Moans were desperately out of your mouth as your hands held his hair tight. Tongue licking off your fluids.

"Oh my gosh, Pierson. More, more!" you encouraged.

The statement brought Pierson to dig in deeper. You were already in the brink of screaming his name, but he put his hand on your mouth.

You panted and your body released sweat. He went back up to you and lined against your entrance. He pushed into you, making your eyes form tears.

He rocked into you. You dove in for his neck for kisses planted. He was kind of gentle at first and developed the roughness.

During his business, an action was done that stopped you from kissing his neck. He hit your spot.

A scream was about to get out, but Pierson's hand stopped it. He noticed your reaction and smirked evily. You weren't focus about the signal, but he stopped. You were confused at his sudden retreat.

He lifted your leg and laid it on his shoulder. He started rocking you, hitting your spot every time. If he kept doing this, you would reach your climax soon.

"Pierson, I can't take this anymore," you panted.

"C'mon, you have the guts to piss me off," he growled.

"Please," you begged.

"Not yet, baby," he purred.

After a few more thrusts, you both released. You started to catch your breath. He stood up and carried you to the bed. He lied down beside you and snuggled.

"I miss you so much," you said.

"Me too," he sighed.

"I love you, William," you said.

"I love you, too, Y/n." he said, kissing your forehead.

*****

Did that just happened? Help me! Somebody give me holy water. Phew, that was the first one. It was really special. Pierson is actually easy to make.

Anyways, couldn't get enough? Request something more for your sanity.

By the way, "Embuscade" means ambush in French.

Thanks for the support and requests you give me. Love ya'll.

-Erma